Toothache Lyrics

These muhfukas

On my shit

Wanna bitch to load my clips

Call her friends to fold my sheets

Only make love with my girl so sweet

She the one I'm talking bout

On every song that I put out

I'll go down

She'll get loud

Cover your mouth don't make a sound

Okay that's enough

I'll be racking up

On the regular

Fall together or

Fly like the wind

I'll buy my defense

Got crimes on my skin

Offline when I'm in

Wrong side dead again

Lost minds are better friends

False lies never end

Small tires gonna spin

All mine when I spit uh

Okay imma pull and I don't even know what I'm gonna shoot

Glock nine in my waistline

Face time

With a plate

Ain't no mistake I'm done

I want out

Let me leave my fucking house

Fancy me a fucking blouse

Can't you see I'm clutching Gaus

Dance on three when I go blow

You know the sound

Shooting what I'm doing if you're moving then you're losing

Got the bruises

All the nooses hanging from the fucking ceiling

For my healing

I ain't feeling

What you're squealing

Rub the deal in

Got a bitch locked up

Cock the glock

Got a sock with a brick all stuffed

And some rocks on my wrist

And my fist all tucked

In my pockets

Girlfriend in a locket

Stop it

Promise

You mother fuckers don't even know

What imma do when I get popping uh